Owen, you're home the sun set it on to the sky With a long catapult and the salt that he put to the side And the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the side When it all went a fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the side Well your heart is a bush and it's talking too, with some size When you already put all of the soot inside They were already smushed with a calm steady push to the side All that your heart finds on with your own wife Sign up all your relatives only a harbor mind in turpentine I'm the reaper bahn Calm the arrival Tear it to the night Heart is said, you boy Come and serve it with an omelette and you're on it with the carpet you solved it said you're corporate set your orbit set your coffin said its often that your old fits are your old tits on your hard driveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
